[ It's strange, how she's curious that he felt it, felt her leave the world of the living... And yet she doesn't feel the need to question it. Like it's some unspoken instinct that just is. Or was, in this case. Would have been. If Kemp had been trying to kill George and Nina ... maybe it had all come to a head and she'd changed her mind. It could make sense.

But why Kemp would still try and exorcise her? How would he even know where she was if Mitchell had come in to bust them all out? Surely he'd have had his hands full with that.

The question is both understandable and unexpected, all at once. ]

... I dunno. I suppose, realistically, no. I've got you here, and it's not like people can't see and hear me anymore- I mean if I were still dead and I couldn't interact with anyone, then maybe.

[ She's back to looking at the now almost cooled mug of tea. A sip garners the tiniest of grimaces. Not hot enough anymore. ]